
there's a girl in my psych class, whos trynna get the dick
yo please stop texting, I'm not interested,
I'm trynna lock in my songs, flowing is my truest state
haven't ate enough today, I think its time to clean a plate

I'm missing my ashtray, I hate going straight
but my focus don't come easy, I fear this the only way
now I'm passing all of my classes, pretty soon I'm getting paid
plenty sex in the last year so I don't need to get laid

assuming she can't hear that I'm focused on my grades
now she's shedding mad tear cause I do not want to play
her little games like NBA, so I pray up to the God
that she don't follow, just to get her out my way

nothing piss me off more than a girl who misgenders my cat
looking at her close I got dysfunction in my dick fat
it's Gemini conjunction and I really want to miss that
trim a verse like a bonsai, really gotta clip that

truth be pouring out a fountain in my pen
I be climbing up a motherfuking mountain in my head
everytime I'm on the mic, you better hear what I just said
if you listen to my lyrics, you can tell that I'm misled

they say smoke 'em if you got 'em, I don't got 'em, so I smoke his
I'm bringing speaker, beats, and rhymes, test his flow like popquiz

brought laptop in the backpack, 
and a matchbox, 
sending cashapp for the fat pack,
finna roll up, 
take a trip to mary Jane's

I don't hesistate getting meditative
When I elevate, I'm accelorated
way too animated when it's on
and I'm agitated when it's gone
when my dad acts like ass
pin that tail on my brain

I used to hate the smell
now I like it more than rain
I might go to hell, 
I don't care I like taste

I just smoke it, never sell
never worried if it's laced
cause I know my bro so well
like I live inside his brain

WolfGang...


More Than Rain

Oh No No

Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Don’t stop, don’t slow,
Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Life move just roll

at work tonight, I ain't taking the mask off
might Take Acid and throw on the mascot
run around the street like a freak deep searching for weed
Ripping off my head, scared a kid, Now my grade an F

and the F stands for fuck the rules, and fuck school
I could fuck the world, if I stood atop a stool
got suspended for ascending, guess I'm just too cool
now I’m building from the fall, still defy every tool

the way that I elevate, I defy to gravitate
drop another tape, anybody wanna celebrate?
drop the time of day, I'm timeless, I'm never late
built from my mistakes, impossible to replicate

Every flaw’s a stroke, I’m a statue in motion,
pain carved me clean like devotion in stone,
took chips to the soul, made it pure, made it golden,
I shine through the cracks, and I just kept it glowing

Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Don’t stop, don’t slow,
Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Life move just roll

Keep it flowin’, let it roll,
Ain’t no stoppin’, that’s the goal,
Every hit I took a toll,
Still I step and that’s control.

Yeah, I'm the man with a plan for myself
the pain taught game, now I move in with stealth
I might talk cheap, but the work speak itself
and I don't make beats, that's bad for ya health

I still don’t sleep, I’m stuck in my head,
thoughts loop beats while I lay in my bed,
dreamin’ of peace but I’m chasin’ the bread,
every move I make, I gotta keep that edge

Spotify still thinks that I'm seventeen,
same loops, same moods, same dopamine,
I’m scrollin’ for growth in a glitched machine,
I Create what I don't find in a worn-out scene.

every click feel sacred, a monk in the wax,
my underground sermons play deep out the cracks,
no playlist hits or label-fed tracks,
I want soul talk, where the pain relapse.

Relax, I'll re-rap and Increase the climax
read raps, and eat snacks
I lean back and mean that.
clean tracks, no feedback,
I Dream stacks, i need that
fiend rap, like bean bags
I scheme maps, in ski mask 
relapse of Blue banded cash
like the bruise on her kneecaps

Keep It Flowin

C+ in Botany? What The Fuck.
I cant do anything right.
except for write.

bit of a bite, But I've never been the botanist.
C's get degrees, less talk from the optimist
please in my prime so I feel just like I'm optimis
In reality it's really quite the opposite

up in that community college, no hot commodity
I go from a stoner to getting knowledge 
all you wannabe is nothing 
I'm here to turn my nothing into something

rapping in my bonnet it's a bucket hat
studying my sonnets, where's the money at
pleasure in my noggin at a 10 
when i'm spitting hot lava-man (B

babbling dyslexic with a flow that shocks collar
hectic dialectic when I spit like top scholar
smoke until I'm elder barly living helter skelter 
in the back in my mind a bomb shelter

I'm a Hip-Hop-Scotcher
with crisscross posture
- - No Rick-Ross
but I big boss proper

the Hip-Hop-Scotcher
I'm the Hip-Hop, Hip-hop-

bald head girl in my phone and I blocked her
all dead soul lost home, call a doctor
Heard about trains that are parked up in proctor
Learned about the brain not the heart, psychologic

what's your biggest motivator? 
I'm self-determinated
CCC big words abbreviated
connection, control, and competence
anything I do, Yo, i do it with confidence
-
I'm like a mailman the way I deliver
-
a rusty nail how I'm sending a shiver
doing damage to your mental
like the liquor to liver
or the pen to the paper
or that girl you remember
you can never forget her
but you never stop trying, and trying
you'll never remember

What It's like to be yourself anymore
you're out the door to the drugstore
looking for more, you want to die
So you get high, smoking the time
until your grey, you erode in the haze
and lose face at your mom's place,
now everyday is another day
waiting to waste
you run away trynna find your find faith
and your lost eighth
tell me what your mom would say

now tell me what would God think?

of the Hip-Hop-Scotcher
with crisscross posture
- No Rick-Ross
but I big boss proper
I'm a Hip-Hop-Scotcher
with crisscross posture
- No Rick-Ross
but I big boss proper
The hip-hop scotcher
with crisscross posture
- No Rick Rock 
but I big boss big boss big fuck fuck fuck meeee

oh my god




Hip Hop$cotcher

Give me a Hook

Big Spitter

I had a grand and a half 
now it's gone in a month
I can't just call back, 
and ask for refund
I Spent 80 on the medication
another 80 on some clothes
that'll prolly end up at donation
Centers, like ain't nobody that be dressing better,
I be dripping like the waves and I'm only getting wetter
every single day I be dressing to the weather
i doesn't matter whether weather
is hot or cold
I'll be wearing all black, 
while I wither in my thee headed soul
like minecraft
my gold goes the fastest 
I told you I can't just
go practice my patience
and put all the money
into debts I dont pay
I suck at this chess
I'm better with backgammon
I bank on the bets
and pray to buy into high fashion
I hate to say that
I'm a gambling man
by the way that I play it
I'm just a rambling stag


the Money's going out
and I don't even count
can't see through the screen
I can't get in account

how I treat a little
is how I'll treat a lot
I'm feeling like a kid again
I barely have a job

the Money's going out
and I don't even count
can't see through the screen
I can't get in account

how I treat a little
is how I'll treat a lot
I'm feeling like a kid again
I barely have a job

And the one I do
I put a suit on
act silly with it
tickling my willy in it
hot and never chilly in it
here comes the yeti
smelling sweaty
In a minute
he'll be ready
get the money
feeling spendy
get the funny
feeling sendy
don't break rules
I bend them
no fake fools 
in attendance
when I come through
in a new school
I'ma stunt my independance
n hopefully away from the hate
and all the racists
but I know that anywhere I go that shit comes chasing
the white kids keep saying
that one word you know that they sayin


Where'd da Money go?

C into B

howled with the wolves, 
looking up at the stars
One night it was fine
two and three went too far
crawling on my knees
from dusk till the dawn
weren't just smoking weed
"what else were you on?"
middle of the night sniffing adderall'
"I wonder why your brain went from wall to wall"
"Son your burning hot, 
you should quit the pot
or else your brain will fade
and your body will rot.
for now go to sleep,
its been half a week
its the reason you've
been thinking that you're Jesus
son of christ wouldn't roll the dice like you did
3 days awake and You're barely human
you've hardly ate since yesterday's noon
Kid you're going insane, 
like your head's a balloon
might as well wait until the sun breaks the night
In the morning, cup of coffee and I'm feeling just fine

I Came down one time from the feeling of nightmares
I crawled into bed and just fought with the night terrors
Poat traumatic stress in my head and it felt like a virus
wall to wall I wreck ball like Miley cyrus

Came down one time from the feeling of nightmares
I crawled into bed and just fought with the night terrors
Post traumatic stress in my head and it felt like a virus

2nd Verse:
it's 12 AM and my phone broke yesterday
brother went to bed 'fore I said what I want to say
worried about rent this month, boy we better pay
sun went down last hour cause it's summertime
shadows come out, enticing me to hit a line
blue powder snot keeps sliding while I sit and cry
B) I think about my mom and how I almost died
so I take it to the street with my shoes untied
took a trail downlow to avoid mankind
cement still wet, from the rain last night
my arrival is met with a wave and a smile
a hug when I walk up, took seat and start spilling
drugs that I coughed up, converse about my pilling
concerned that my roommate's
convinced that I'm crazy
I see the blue sky, my glass eyes see grey and rainy.
I was worried he'd send me away like a loony
turns out the lack of meals got me moody

many more fears were bled and tears were shed
before my mother turned to me and said 
"It's time for bed, 
go rest your head
The rain is over
the sky is red
Don't worry bout the ward
we can find another way,
keep your nose in the books
you were born to be LewRayy"

Came down one time from the feeling of nightmares
crawled into bed and just fought with the night terrors
post traumatic stress in my head and it feels like a virus
wall to wall I wreck ball like Miley cyrus



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